Yesterday, President Biden led a moment of silence for the 500,000 dead from COVID-19. Throughout this godawful shitty mess, I keep hearing about pandemic fatigue. But I haven’t experienced fatigue. Yes, the restrictions are not enjoyable, to say the least, but I come from a long line of short, stubborn Jews, so I can handle it (to use a phrase completely out of context, shver tsu zayn a yid).
But what I have felt throughout this is a constant, simmering rage. There has been so much needless death and suffering, and this is not tragic. Tragedy is when good people make a, well, tragic mistake. But this was a never-ending cavalcade of people, often the worst of us, who willfully made mistake after mistake. We could have done things to lessen the American Carnage, yet too many of us chose not to do so. It wasn’t going to be good–there’s no silver lining to a pandemic–but it didn’t have to be like this. It didn’t have to be this horrible.
We always have been four to eight weeks away from containment, yet most of those who purport to govern us decided that we would continue to remain four to eight weeks away from containment. There is no balm in Gilead to heal those sin-sick souls.
So I’m not fatigued. I’m not tired. I’m too fucking angry to be tired or fatigued.
And, as is usual in 21st century America, most of those who failed us will suffer no consequences. This was not an act of nature, it was an injustice, and we will find no justice, and so we will find no peace. Deliberate forgetfulness or denial perhaps, but no peace.
Rage is still the appropriate emotion.